Lyrics:
What do you say when you don't trust him like yesterday
What do you say, when all you want to do is cry again, and again
Cause before this, he was
Sit Back
Just relax
I don’t want to fight it
Cause I kinda like it
Making waves in my mind
I swim deep within
My imagination
Playing with
everyting dere is to know about life already,
Just by sittin' on their city doing drugs in front of the telly,
Thinkin' there heavy, 'cause dey live their
like i might've before
and if they ask what you're doing here, look over at me, baby
then they're gonna know now what never happened for sure
just
It's just the life before fame
It's just the life before fame
Na na na, na na, na na, ayy, ayy
Quando Rondo nigga
My mama ask me how it feel
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls
[Chorus]
I play the field like Vick
From endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like
Package landed Wednesday, tryna get it off by Saturday
Even better by Friday, Frank Sinatra this my way
We do 'em like the Mob, clip 'em backin' out his
Merky-ky-ky-ky
Like
My bruddas don't dab, we just Vossi bop
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop
Gettin' freaky in the sheets, we're
get it, get it
How can common sense be seen as lawless?
And if you feel like you just wanna hit it, hit it
Pay no mind to all the non-sense
Thinking
And it's like I said before
Too much info, too much stimuli
Too much tip toeing, too many single eyes
That's a conspiracy, that's just symbolized
That's just
to son you niggas living like it's elementary
I left before you grew up and now you don't remember me ugh
But ya chick do she'll never ever miss you
Drop
I'm hanging on by a thread
I know God is real
Cause if He wasn't I'd probably be dead
Before I move ahead
I'd like to welcome you all to my ted talk
I
riding around with my pockets crammed
You the one that got the contraband
And you smokin that like you in Amsterdam
Before I know it I see them sirens
I'm
riding around with my pockets crammed
You the one that got the contraband
And you smokin that like you in Amsterdam
Before I know it I see them sirens
I'm
down, don't look down
Down here on the sidewalk
It's stopped all our lives
People are talking instead of just walking by
Before this happened it was
around, with no hand gun
That's for the cops, so they don't lock me down
Like I am John Gordon
Just trying to avoid it
So I don't have to tell the judge,
girl I'm convinced
Always thought love was just a myth
Now I got someone I can hold
Baby, I would rather lose my mind
Before I let you go
Girl I know
When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He's my partner, not a stand-in
On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon
And when it comes to battles my boy's
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
in the door so I could leave
Got outside, looked around, I’m no longer with Scoo B
This must be Nicaragua I can tell just by the trees
Found some caged
on e
Something I just forseen like a Prophecy
Making way
Ain't nobody stoppin me
I'm in the driver seat
Bitch I'm controlling my Movement
She shroomin
the internal
Our brain
Our pink moon
Where we sit upon on our pink moon and watch through the window of our eyes
Just like the little man in front of the control
Get baked like a bakery
I don't go in salty
Cuz that just isn't the way to be
Like to be myself cuz I know
That make them afraid of me
I don't tap out
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